Salut! I'm Amielle, a freelance photojournalist currently living in Madrid, Spain as an au pair. This is where I share what I see and the life that goes along with it. Where I (sometimes) struggle with the balance between 'pictures' and 'a story'. Where I never give up, even if I don't have it quite right.

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Europe: The Reaction .Gif Edition

So I did a thing. Your regularly scheduled program (or not so regularly scheduled program, however you want to describe this programming) has been interrupted and is instead replaced with reaction .gifs! Originally this was going to be cut into two parts, one part specifically dealing with French reactions and the other general European reactions, but then it all got super mixed in together and so I just Kanye shrugged and let it. I’ll still probably do a follow up to this because reactions to a lot of stuff I say/do/see/etc is quite gif-reaction-able and that should be shared because funny things should always be shared.

When you first realized you’d have to pay to use some washrooms:

When you talk about driving a six hour round trip in a day and you’re just like:

And they’re just like:

When you talk about having deer in your backyard or seeing wild animals while driving and you’re just like:

And they’re like:

How they react when they find out (almost) everyone gets their driver’s license at 16:

When the topic of football vs. football comes up:

When they realize that you do know what football is:

And then find out which club you support:

Talking about hockey and they keep calling it ‘ice hockey’ and you’re just like:

When I’m out with friends and we want to go to McDonald’s at midnight on a weekend but it’s closed:

Saying I’m from Saskatchewan and they don’t believe that it’s a real place:

And I finally just go:

When they don’t know what brunch is and how important bacon is:

Most drivers in France:

Describing seasons in Canada:

Winter:

Summer:

When a French person starts discussing English/French relations in Canada:

When the kids I’m looking after ask me why I keep saying ‘sorry’ after I run into them/their parents/a chair: